[Intro] 

Yeah, NFL, Boyz II Men 

Characters baby 

Meet me on the dance floor, come on 



[Nafis] 

Yo 

It's like this, in a nice miss we faked it some tight whips 

Chromed out (*edited*) out tokens'll right this 

That frozen alley had my lip on some mad (*edited*) 

Cuz we stack chips, had us grove to a plat' list 

When they see us, yeah run 

They hopin' out the Beamers, Pourches Range Rovers and Hummers 

My crew the cleanest, we the grittiest, back the meanest chick 

Get the Nafis dip, bouncers at the door clear the path 

It's Nafis forever clique 



[Boys II Men] 

Have them take a place 

People sittin' 'round 

Riders on the side 

No one's even tried to get down 

Brotha's being fly 

Ladies acting shy 

Ain't no doubt to loose 

I'm gon' get my groove on tonight 

Gotta dance, gotta dance, gotta dance 



[1] - Ain't no use in holding up the wall 

Come and get that body on the floor 

Baby, lose control and scream and shout 

Get your boogie down and work it out 



Everybody's out, party's going on 

And we're gonna rock until the sunlight crash and dawn 

('Till the break of dawn) 

Ain't a thing that you can do 

When the rhythm's calling you 

Let it work it's way right into you 

Gotta dance, gotta dance, gotta dance 



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Na na na na na 

Na na na na na 

Na na na na na 

Na na na na na 



[Garrison Hearst] 

Make it move there's no need to hold back now 

Hit the floor, let loose and watch me break this down 

Keep it mellow or we can get wild 

See you haters in the corner tryin' to peep my style 

You want my stash, gold, checks, sports illustrated 

I'm motivated by the fact that I'm being hated 

Now my pockets swell, game straight outta ATL 

G-land, Boyz II Men, work it out 

What's the deal 



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